Ding Tian's Ancient Life

Moreover, the imperial court has exempted this area from taxes for three years, and the county government has no income at all. This place is clinking with poverty. How can it be so easy to recover after the war?

There used to be fifteen villages, but now there are only nine left.

Even if they want to scrape land and fish for oil and water, there must be oil and water for them to fish for!

Just as they were talking, they finally reached the place where the county magistrate now works.

There were only two people in the study, one was sitting at the table splashing ink, and the other was standing aside to pass things to the magistrate.

The person standing is a book boy, 12-year-old Du Shen.

The middle-aged man sitting there has a black beard, a face with Chinese characters, and is a bit weather-beaten. He is not as pampered as an ordinary county magistrate. Because he has been on the battlefield, even a civil servant has such a cold temperament.

In the end, he has experienced the test of fire and blood, wearing ordinary homely clothes, and only wearing a raw hat on his head, with a piece of jade inlaid on the hat.

The whole person gives people the impression of cleanliness, hard work and simplicity.

Because there are no decorations in the room, except for bookshelves, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and lanterns. There is only an ordinary copper incense burner, and no incense is lit. It is just placed there. Expensive!

There is only one stationery store selling spices in the entire county, and they are all low-quality spices, not very good and expensive.

Even the county magistrate can't afford it.

Besides, Mr. County Magistrate, Ding Tian glanced at the whole study room, and then at the middle-aged man in front of him.

This is the county magistrate, Du Ming, Du Zhiming.

Speaking of which, he and Mr. Du are somewhat related, that's why he relies heavily on Mr. Du, and Mr. Du is also willing to endure hardships with the county magistrate in this small border county town in this bitter cold place.

After finishing writing, Du Zhong put away the things, and the magistrate went to wash his hands before raising his head and greeting them: "Zijian... eh? Isn't this Ding Tian?"

"Master." Ding Tian clasped his fists and performed a martial etiquette: "The young one is filial piety, come to the Yamen to see if it is possible, can the young one get a job?"

"What are you looking at? Just come here." The county magistrate sat on the main seat and waved his hand: "Sit, everyone sits."

The outer room of the county master's study is a small living room. After the people who are close to him come, they will meet here. The formal living room is used to receive distinguished guests and outsiders.

The county magistrate said to sit down, and the two of them sat down.

The little book boy Eucommia served tea and a plate of snacks for the two of them.

This snack can only be seen and eaten, it is impossible, it is just a decoration.

"Ding Tian, ​​I'm very happy that you can come. Your father is a hero. I can't let him down. So even if this position has been lacking for three years, I didn't let anyone take it." For Ding Tian, ​​let him know that this fat job has been reserved for him.

"Thank you for taking care of me, master." Ding Tian said very kindly, and immediately expressed his gratitude, as if he had never seen the world.

This is also in line with his identity, a child of a small official family who has never left the county seat.

"You can come here in three days. Now that the county government has just been built, we need help everywhere." The county magistrate is very talkative: "You are in charge of everything in the prison. Your father managed it well back then. Now you take over After taking his place, I hope that you can also inherit your father's business."

"Thank you for your trust, master." Ding Tian hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "You must manage the prison well, young one."

The county magistrate cast a look at the master, and the master smiled and said: "It's best if you think so, the county government is re-established now, and there are too many things to do. The day after tomorrow, the master will go to Fucheng. You are here." After that, work hard, and hope that when we return, the prison will be able to function normally."

"Yes, I understand." Ding Tian lowered his eyes: "We must not let the master down."